[center][u][h3]Mr. Scarper Montmorency[/h3][/u][/center]
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Montmorency blinked when the bartender huffed after he had finished his line of questioning. Had he said or did something wrong? Did he commit some offense unknowingly? When the gruff lizardman finally spoke with a rather displeased tone, Scarper turned his head to the right as directed and instantly understood what wrong he had committed. He was erroneous in his assumptions that the Strumpet Inn's owner was male. My, how sexist of him. Women could own businesses and property too, after all! Mentally, he reprimanded himself. What was that silly little saying about making assumptions? Something about...making donkeys? Well, he certainly felt like a donkey, though it didn't show on his face. Turning back just in time to see the lizardman storm off, grumbling.

[i]"Drat. Have I already made such an unfavorable initial impression?"[/i]
Staring at the bartender's back as he continued to walk off, Scarper's mind worked tirelessly towards methods of restoring his image.
[i]"Should I apologize profusely to the bar owner? No, that would not do."[/i]
But, he would still apologize.
[i]"Should I declare myself an idiot and decry my ignorance? No, that would not do either."[/i]
He knew that was not true. 
Scarper is a dignified and intelligent man.
Humans are flawed creatures and are not flawed creatures permitted to make minor mistakes from time to time? He certainly did not think himself perfect or above others, that would just be arrogant.
It was when a musical giggle was heard did Scarper finally return from his thoughts that he turned to face the bar owner.
[i]"Oh."[/i] He blinked.

Scarper removed his glasses and slipped them into his inner vest pocket.
It appeared that at least [i][b]she[/b][/i] did not seem to take any offense. But what was so funny? Was there something on his face? Did someone tell a funny joke? Or was it his bumbling actions that was the cause for her tittering? Why did she shake her head? These and so many other questions littered Scarper's mind.

[i]"Curious. Curious indeed."[/i]
He looked at her presented hand and perked up a little, smiling warmly at her as she introduced herself.
[i]"Lovely."[/i]
He thought.
[b]"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Veda. As you may have heard, I am Scarper Montmorency. I, myself, am doing fantastic today, thank you for asking. How does this day treat a lady such as yourself?"[/b]
Taking her hand in a firm but still gentle grasp, he shook it exactly two times.
Once.
Twice.
He hoped his hands weren't cold.
Though his mother once told him something that bothered him to this day.
[i]"Warm hands, cold heart."[/i]
Did that mean the opposite was true?
He didn't think himself a bad person.
But, the thought of a 'cold' handshake disturbed him.
[b]"I do apologize for the misunderstanding, Miss Veda. I have just recently arrived in town from my travels and learned of your wonderful establishment just today. I did not care to discover or ask as to the gender of said owner and only jumped to foolish conclusions. Please, forgive me for my blunders."[/b]
Scarper again smiled, the corners of his lips tugging just a smidgen wider than they normally did.
[b]"As you may have heard when I was speaking to your bartender, the dragoness outside has business to conduct with you. She had bid me entrance to your inn and requested the owner specifically, but it seems that she was also under the assumption that the owner was male as well."[/b]
His eyes briefly looked Veda up and down.
[b]"And much older."[/b]

[@BlytheChi]